Just Nicky

Not what it used to be May 7, 2005

Yesterday was my one free day in my week off. My day to do whatever I wanted.

I’ve been saying for ages that I really wanted to go for a wander along Brunswick St because it’s been a while and I’ve always loved the shops. So off I went.

I strolled. I looked in Scally & Trombone - full of scarves and hats that I could knit in an evening and bags that I could buy from the designer’s shop in Little Lonsdale st. I poked around Quick Brown Fox, but had to go when the shop assistant started shadowing me too closely (I hate that). I looked at, but didn’t dare enter, the pet shop that I bought Cosmo from (kitten withdrawal is still too fresh). I wandered through the nursery, impressed as always by the variety and sheer gorgeousness of what they had. I looked at the curtain and the Nicola Cerrini bags in Kleen. I ummed and ahhed in the clearance outlet selling Alannah Hill and Dangerfield. I smiled wryly at the Camper knockoffs in a shoe shop. I very nearly succumbed to buying something far too expensive for Finn in the toy shop. And I just barely beat the parking officer back to the car before I toddled off home, footsore and tired.

But I didn’t really enjoy it. Not the way I used to. It all seemed just a bit too self-conscious. And I couldn’t help wondering if I’d have had more fun window shopping and been less hassled by shop assistants at Knifepoint. In the end I decided that I should have taken the dogs to the beach - the other thing I’ve been wanting to do for ages.